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The Pain of Metamorphosis


Recently, the pure joy of living bubbles up inside of me.
I find myself smiling just because.
Colors are brighter.
The smell of flowers sweeter.
Music dances through my being.
Life is good.

Until it’s not…

With metamorphosis comes pain.
Tonight, I ache inside.
A physical pain.
It came unexpectedly out of nowhere. 
Searching for something.
I wait it out…

The inner strength is there just below the surface
The strength to face the fear of being alone;
The strength to embrace change taking place;
The strength to be me no matter what –
An imperfect woman.





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  1. KathyMay 22, 2013 at 9:11 PM

    oh darling - so with you on this one. So amazingly filled with happiness and then just cast adrift. How to regain a centeredness and balance I thought I'd mastered already on this journey. How can we rejoice in being so open and ready to receive these amazing changes and all at once be so vulnerable to a new and sharper pain that comes on so quickly. Oh, to master living only in the present moment and yet trust the journey ever forward <3

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